The following is a (mostly) true story:
In 1981, when this happened, I was walking to school (yes, I’m older than you) when a woman ran out of her house, down the driveway, stopped, and screamed at me “The President can’t open the car door!”
I was not impressed, had no idea how I could help the President open the car door, even if I wanted to, which I did not. So, I kept walking. Years later, upon reflection, I decided that was the correct response.
But like, why did she tell you?
??? I guess she just needed to shout it at someone? She was very distraught. She ran into the street to shout it, I just happened to be there, walking by. I assume.
Maybe you gave off big ‘save the president’ energy.
Ron Burgundy and a generic Boston cop who’s too old for this shit rescue the president from getting pulled dick-first through a mobile gloryhole while Winston Zeddemore, Bubbles, and Kevin Malone approach to assist.
John Hinkley Jr could have been the Luigi of his time. Jodie Foster is unimpressed.
“Well, this isn’t a car! Where’s the running board and window cranks?”
I think it was just heavier than they expected. This was the day they decided to add armor to the Presidential Limousine.
